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Lydia Doherty, 28.

And Lydia Doherty, 28.

How did you know?

Cause her name is on the signature sheet

you gave me.

I want you to do a search

on Lydia Doherty.

I want you to get all the information

you can.

Fax it to my office on campus.

Okay? Do it now.

Hey, another hundred bucks

and I'll wait.

What the hell

are you doing in here?

This is Lauren Douglas bag.

It was stolen today.

I found it in your desk.

Halothane.

What is it doing here?

What are you doing in here?

This is what you used

to kill Dale and Sara?

Or do you have no idea

about this too?

Oh, sure I do.

I left all this stuff in my desk

so you'd come along and find it.

You convinced the jury

that Forster was guilty.

How do I know you didn't kill

these women too?

Who sent you here?

Yeah.

I'd like to report a suspect...

- in the Seattle Slayer case.

- What the hell...

- Dr. Jack Gramm.

- Put down the goddamn phone!

What's the matter with you?

Who sent you here?

You think I'm too dumb

to figure it out from myself?

Yes, I do.

Because whoever sent you here is deeply

involved in the Slayer killings.

Lydia Doherty.

- Lydia Doherty.

- What the hell is that?

Yeah?

Come to the Stern Building now.

Corner office, seventh floor.

Alone.

You have five minutes, Jack.

- What are you doing?

- I'm not moving.

I don't have time to explain this.

Get away from the door.

- Come on!

- You're gonna shoot me?

Yeah.

I'm a bad shot.

Frank, when you get this message

I'm gonna be at the Stern Building...

on the seventh floor.

Get there as soon as you can.

Oh, God.

Punctual, Dr. Gramm.

I'm gonna give you a B+

for effort.

Lynn Johnson is indisposed, but

I'm sure she'd say hello, if she could.

As for your old friend, Kim,

she didn't quite make the grade.

- Lydia.

- You got the name right.

Lydia Doherty.

Copy cat murderer.

God, I wish Forster

could see your face.

You look so totally clueless.

I hope that's not a gun

you're holding.

Is that a gun, Dr. Gramm?

What do you want?

Is that a gun?

- I have a gun.

- Then do this.

Put it on the floor...

and slide it to me.

To me.

Okay.

Okay.

You slide it.

One more time, slide it to me.

Slowly.

And move back.

Better.

I'd like to talk to John Forster,

please.

This is his appeal attorney,

Lydia Doherty.

They monitor his calls.

- You gonna implicate him.

- The brilliant Dr. Gramm...

and his psycho gamble,

is that it?

Sorry for the trouble I caused,

Dr. Gram.

You know that I did, Dr. Gramm,

with honors.

Dale told me how good you're

with her when her dad died.

She was so grateful.

But despite the fact that insanity

is a legal concept...

it doesn't mean

that someone is not sick.

Have him call me on my cell.

He knows the number.

- What do you want?

- What about you start with a confession?

- I confess.

- To what?

To what? To everything.

I confess.

I want you to speak clearly

and I want the truth.

Where do I start?

- Janie Kay.

- Janie Kay?

I coached her.

Shut it off.

- Shut it off.

- I am.

Go again.

I coached Janie Kay.

- In what trial?

- I coached Janie Kay...

in John Forster's trial. I coached her.

She perjured herself.

I gave false testimony.

And John Forster was convicted.

Based on an unlawful testimony.

Based on an unlawful testimony.

It's my little present for John.

Thank you.

What are you doing?

Are you assessing me?

Are you looking for a weakness,

Dr. Gramm?

I'm just wondering what is next.

Aren't you gonna offer

to make me a deal?

Sacrifice yourself

for Kim and Carol?

Be the hero.

Well, that wouldn't fly out, would it?

I'd offer, but it wouldn't fly.

Rejected.

Have any other moves?

Or you spent so quickly...

I could move my eyes, like this,

e look behind you.

To see if there is someone there

with a gun pointed to your head.

- How much time I got left?

- You have about a minute.

Jack.

Enough time for your last words.

I'm not gonna deny you those.

All this torture,

all this torment...

for an infatuation?

It's not an infatuation,

don't demean me.

Well, if it's not an infatuation

what is it?

Stop, please!

I went through great lengths

to pull this off.

John really appreciates

the quality of my work.

Timing the phone calls...

perfecting the ropes and plus

implicating everyone close to you.

Coaching Carol and Kim.

All the while staying invisible.

It was me, Jack. I set you up.

You know what I don't understand?

How, in God's name,

does anybody give up their free will?

How you do that?

- 45 seconds.

- I saw you.

You came to my class,

I remember you.

You were intelligent.

An individual.

You challenged things.

You challenged me.

You challenged ideas.

You're your own person.

How could you ever allowed yourself

to be so manipulated by this guy?

You're gonna take the fall

for this guy?

If that's what he wants,

so be it.

You see, Jacko...

I'm a true believer.

You better believe

that's an FBI agent...

with a gun pointed right

into your head...

at this moment.

Believe it.

- No more kidding.

- Believe it.

- Believe it.

- I believe your time is up...

Dr. Gramm.

God.

Jack!

Jack!

No!

Jack!

Jack!

No!

Jack!

No!

Jack!

No!

No!

Again!

I got you. I got you.

It's okay.

It's okay, sweetheart.

Requesting immediately MT help.

At the UNW Campus,

Stern Building.

I repeat.

Immediately emergency

medical technician.

Multiple stab wounds.

There you go.

That's okay.

Don't move.

Yeah.

This is officer Finnegan

from the State Penitentiary Walla Walla.

I'm placing a call from John Forster

to his attorney Lydia Doherty.

Put him through.

Go ahead.

Lydia.

Did you finish with Gramm?

- She's downstairs.

- Gramm?

Put my attorney on the phone,

please.

She's indisposed.

Look, you're meddling her.

You shouldn't be meddling in.

You seized a naive junior lawyer

on your legal staff.

You realized that she's damaged

psychologically and...

Genius, isn't it?

Susceptible to your craps.

And what you do?

You get her to kill people for you.

So you can stay alive.

That's an innovative legal strategy,

if I have ever heard of any.

Dr. Gramm, I'm flattered

with your imagination.

But you're grasping in straw.

She becomes a student of mine,

no less...

you keep her on the appeal process,

but she's still your lawyer...

so she has unlimited access

to you...

so you can plan

your copy cat murders together.

And then you can get a new trial.

And live happily ever after.

Isn't that the case?

Dr. Gramm, I want you to listen

very closely...

because when I get out of here...

I'm gonna go out and

have a nice meal...

stop by your grave...

and piss all over it.

Now, please, put my angelical attorney

on the phone.

She's dead.

It's over, Forster.

Except for the clock,

that goes tic-tac.

Tic-tac.

You got 12 hours to live.

All right, fellows...

- How is Lynn Johnson?

- Well...

She just threw out of the house.

She didn't want me to be late for class.

Jack, I have to ask you

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